I'm in the Ark, a player.

This was the only thought the Cold-Hunter Knight had upon seeing the other person.

For a racing knight, appearance is very important.

Even if you lack skill, a cool-looking suit of armor and a prestigious title will naturally attract a group of fans.

If you are both handsome and capable, that would be even better.

Take him for example,

As a knight who prides himself on speed, he is clad in light armor and excels at overwhelming enemies with dazzling and rapid consecutive attacks.

To maintain high battlefield mobility, the lower body was not equipped with any armor except for knee pads.

Looking at the other person, they were wearing an inexplicable blue cloth bag over their head, offering absolutely no protection. Their main body was covered in a bulky suit of armor that appeared to have come from nowhere; not only were the tags still attached, but it was also clearly ill-fitting.

What's with this equipment?

Why bother protecting your body if you don't take good care of your most important thing, your brain?

The Frost Hunter didn't understand at first, but he quickly figured it out.

This appears to be the opponent's first competition, and they are not affiliated with any company; they are an independent rider participating in their own capacity.

They probably came here just to have some fun.

Seriously, do you think this is some kind of amusement park?

Come and go as you please, engage in combat as you please, and leave as you please.

This is the Knights Arena!

It's not the kind of childish commotion you're thinking of.

"Both knights have entered the arena; betting has closed!"

Ladies and gentlemen, have you placed your final bets? Have you already supported your favorite knight?

Alright, alright, I've heard your cheers, I know you're all eager to see knights fight each other!

Then I declare!

The competition has officially begun!

The announcer's incessant voice echoed through the arena. The Frost Hunter immediately drew his twin blades, warily watching his opponent. He was prepared to swiftly counter any move from his opponent and defeat them.

But this time is a little different.

The other party did not move.

A moment later, the Frost Hunter saw the other party slowly extend a hand.

shake hands?

The Frost Hunter immediately saw what the other party wanted to do.

The Cavaliers' competition doesn't have a rule requiring a handshake before the game, and since the game has already started, not shaking hands isn't a problem.

But then again,

Since the other party was so polite, not responding might disappoint some fans.

That won't do; the fans are their core base.

Listen to your agent as much as possible, show your good manners, and use your personal charm to attract more fans.

After some thought, the Frost Hunter finally sheathed his weapon and walked towards the other party.

He walked up to this man who was 'not a knight' and reached out to shake his hand.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to spar with you in the arena."

There was no response.

The Frost Knight sensed something was wrong and tried to pull his hand away.

but!

I can't pull it out!

Hehehehe!

A strange laugh came from the other person's mouth.

The Cold Hunter instinctively glanced at the other person's hood covered in tattered blue fabric.

At this time,

While the Hunter of the Cold was completely absorbed

A swift knee strike came straight up from below, hitting the groin!

The Frost Hunter's face contorted instantly; he was nearly knocked unconscious by the pain of the attack.

There's only one thought in my mind right now.

Despicable outsider!!!

They actually launched a sneak attack, trying to deceive this promising young equestrian rider!

Another knee strike landed on the Cold Hunter's groin.

"Ugh, ughhhh!!!"

The Frost Hunter finally couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, disregarding all decorum.

Such immense power, such terrifying methods,

And what man could possibly resist?!

impossible!

When it's not the knights who intervene, no one can withstand it anymore!

When giving opportunities to non-Cavaliers,

The Frost Knights have been defeated.

The Frost Hunter has already been defeated!

Before his vision completely went black and he lost consciousness, the Frost Hunter saw the other man's eyes through two holes in the tattered cloth covering his head.

Those eyes showed no thought whatsoever about the consequences of being attacked and cyberbullied by their own fans; all they craved was the desire for victory.

He seemed to be saying,

—Hehe, I must win!

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...........

Chapter 90, the next one to arrive is!

"Whew... What a great victory!"

How delightful! What was that knight again?

never mind,

I'll probably forget about you by tomorrow.

Looking at the Hunter of the Cold who had been brutally defeated, Qin Tianling sincerely declared his victory.

A chance encounter with a terrifyingly talented rookie esports rider led to a desperate and victorious defeat!

Now it's time for him to enjoy his victory and the cheers of the audience!

Qin Tianling stretched out his hands, facing the audience.

What awaited him was—

"Damn it, give me my money back!!!"

"*Kazimir's profanity* What kind of competition is this? Disgusting! Refund!!!"

"Where's your sense of honor as a competitive knight? Did it get eaten by a dog?!"

"If you're not a knight, you don't deserve to be a true competitive knight!"

The deafening roar of insults from the audience surged forth like a tidal wave, causing Qin Tianling to frown in slight confusion.

That's strange. Isn't it said that the winner takes all?

Why are all the viewers criticizing me?

Is it because the way he defeated his opponent was through a sneak attack, which violates the code of chivalry, that the audience reacted the way they did during the final battle?

But isn't the goal of a competitive rider simply to win on the field?

What?! The intelligence was fake?

never mind,

Creating multiple branches demonstrates the production team's sincerity, and as long as it doesn't affect my chances of receiving rewards, that's fine.

Without giving it much thought, Qin Tianling left the stage amidst the host's words, receiving his prize money and some kind of esports knight points.

These esports rider points seem to be related to special tournaments.

Once you accumulate a certain number of points, you can skip the preliminary rounds and be directly invited to the main competition.

But this only happens once every three years.

Qin Tianling felt that given the realism this game aimed for, it would probably take that long to participate, especially since they were only staying for a short time before leaving Kazimierz.

Ugh,

I have a strong feeling that something powerful is waiting for me...

This feeling is as unbearable as telling yourself, 'We'll explore the areas ahead later!'

A moment later, Qin Tianling walked out of the players' rest room exit.

As soon as I came out, I saw a group of people blocking the exit.

Dozens of people were crammed together, completely blocking the passageway outside the exit.

They were wearing support T-shirts with the image of the Coldbreaker Knight printed on them, and some were even clutching support banners they had just torn down from their seats.

"Damn it, he's not a knight!"

Don't you feel ashamed of your fighting style?

The Cold Hunter Knight responded to your handshake so politely, and you took advantage of his kindness. How could you be so shameless!

Apologize to the Cold Hunter Knight!

One of the fans, who was in the lead, pointed at Qin Tianling's nose and angrily rebuked him.

The rest of the people echoed this sentiment.

"Yes! Apologize to the Frost Hunter Knight!"

"Yes, apologize to your brother!"

Seeing so much support, the fan who had just spoken up confidently spoke again.

"We won't leave until you apologize to the Cold Hunter Knight, and you're not leaving either!"

"That's right, unless you beat us to a pulp, you're not leaving here today!"

"That's right, don't even think about leaving! We have plenty of time to waste on you!"

Qin Tianling's eyes lit up.

Oh ho?

Did you know I wasn't satisfied with my performance, so you came back here again?

—I thought the audience members in the stands were not to be hit!